"What do you mean no?" I wanted to scream. I guess Sarah sensed it and dragged me to the corner of the cafeteria where only a few people could see us.
"Why?" I stammered.
Sarah sighed and replied, "Because I'm going with Joshua."
"JOSHUA!" I exploded. "He only cares about pussy, not you. Last time I heard, he has like three girlfriends. The guy is as dumb as a rock!" The comment ignited a flame inside Sarah. She scowled at me and told me to shut up.
"He cares about me. He is a really great guy." she answered back. I could tell she was trying her best to restrain herself. But I didn't care.
"No he doesn't. He is an asshole who only wants you for sex!" It was immediately followed by a slap to the face. Sarah was seething with anger. A crowd started to form when people heard me yelling. That means about 50 people saw me getting slapped. I ran away from the scene as soon as possible. I ran home and locked myself in my room. My parents found out about the incident later on from Sarah's parents. They grown to be real close to each other after Sarah and I became best friends.
I cut class for the rest of the week and the week after too. I bet I was the center of all the high school gossip. Eventually, dad **** me out of my room and told me to go to class. I slowly trudged to my first period class. Guess I forgot that Sarah is also in my class.
She gave me the silent treatment all day long and won't even look at me. I hear people snickering behind my back as I walk by. At the end of the day, I saw Joshua coming towards me. "Hey acne face! You been hitting on my girl?" he asked. He was being followed by the devil herself, Sarah.
Long story short, I got my ass kicked and had to wear a cast on my arm for a few weeks. Prom night finally came. With a whole lot of encouragement, mom talked me into going to it. I dressed up in my dad's tuxedo and arrived at the prom a few minutes early. When I arrived with Harry, we saw Joshua kissing Sarah and groping her ass. Disgusted and defeated, I took the nearest cab home. Everyone was sleeping when I arrived home.
I found a suitcase and packed it with my clothes and laptop. "I can't see Sarah with that asshole anymore." I kept repeating to myself. I stole money from Dad's wallet and took his car to the nearest airport. I bought a ticket and left New York the next hour. I did all that within a few hours with tears streaming down my face.
And then the dream ends.
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